This may be treated as a meme if you like...but I'm not going to tag anyone. If you read this it may spark some worthwhile reflection.
There are three pots of this particular kind of cacti in the back yard where I live. I seem to meditate on them in the morning when I have my tea. I didn't even realize that I was drawn to them for many weeks. I would just stare at them, lost in one of many thoughts racing around my head.
Now they are part of my daily routine. I notice what they've done in the last 24 hours, but I hadn't bothered to find out what they're called until tonight.
Here is what I have learned about this plant:
This kind of cacti is rare. It is mostly smooth and as cacti go, seems to be harmless to touch...but watch out, the thorns are close to the body of the plant and can easily be overlooked.
In general it's not a very attractive specimen-- certainly there are worse plants to look at, but when it blooms well...it is quite beautiful.
It lives on little and in harsh conditions. If it gets cracked or damaged it will survive. If a section gets hacked off, that section doesn't just go deteriorate and decay. It will stay alive and become a whole new plant.
Several months back, three sections were accidently broken off of the main plant. They lay as though discarded on the railing of the back yard deck. I have watched them, thinking that they would shrivel up and die without water or soil. That maybe they should just be thrown out instead of littering up the place.
Instead they have sprouted, blossomed, and continue to grow.
I've never appreciated cacti in this way before. Oh sure, if I see a flower on one, it might catch my attention...but I've never actually admired a cactus...see qualities in it that I wish to see in myself.
So if I am or could be any kind of plant I would have to say that I am Cereus fernambucensis.